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Chapter 10 by brevdravis brevdravis

What happens to Mary on her way back from the Bathroom?

Wait... where's her purse?

Mary stared into the bathroom mirror. Bloodshot eyes looked back at her. I thought the young were supposed to be impervious to ****. The liquor was fuzzing with Mary's brain. Fogged vision and an uneasy feeling that something was missing gnawed at her. Mary was not clear as to exactly what it was, but she was confident that it was important.

"Sorry, Sorry," Mary apologized as she stumbled into a man as weaved back and forth across the restaurant corridor.

What am I forgetting? Mary thought as she strained to push through the haze and focus on the most important thing. Just make it to the door. The Tempest will all be there, and then they can help you get to the hotel. I wish I could shake this suspicion that I'm missing something.

Mary stepped out the front door of the Whirlwind when it finally dawned on her what was missing. My PURSE! Fuck I must have left it at the table! Everything is in there, except for my phone. Take that old people that mock us for being glued to our screens.

Mary spun on one heel, tripping slightly, as she half ran and half stumbled towards the main dining room and the table where she had been enjoying the company of her friends. She completely ignored the attempt of the green haired server to ask her what was wrong as she raced towards where she thought she had left her purse.

Already Mary could see a Bus-Boy was clearing the last of the dishes from the table top. Her heart dropped when she noticed the chair where she had sat was also empty

Mary felt ice in her veins as she looked at the naked chair. Somebody must have grabbed it. Her eyes roamed the restaurant, looking for any hint of where it had gone.

In her quite tipsy state, she wasn't sure what the best option was. Where did our waitress get to? That cute punk girl. Maybe she knows something. Perhaps that busboy if he took it to lost and found.

As Mary let go of the chair, her legs wobbled like limp noodles before she quickly grabbed the table to steady herself. Of course, I could always head back to the hotel and try to fix this in the morning when I'm not quite as shit faced.

Should Mary try to Find the Purse, or Head back to the Hotel?

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